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crazy handgun - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
on gang

[chorus]
blunt taste like this bih’ got some grabba
posted with these guns, but i’m a rapper
n*gga get electrocuted, n*gga get zapped
tinted*up whip, got the bl!ck in the lap
i got the meds in the drop right here
i got the drugs in the drop right here
push to the spot, you can link and get served
first one up, i be out for the bird
n*gga in the trench, it’s a lot you gotta learn
crazy handgun, sh*t spittin’ out germ

[verse]
all these f*ckin’ racks like i’m printin’ this sh*t (printin’ this sh*t)
give a f*ck what you talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talk ’bout sh*t (ain’t talk ’bout sh*t)
evеrything else i answer not, it ain’t bеnefitin’
n*gga from the trenches, n*gga finna be really rich
12 can’t even see behind the tint, they be hatin’ on me
n*gga want smoke ’bout these hoes, got a cape on ’em
pull up to the party ain’t like i got drac’ on me
put the scope on the ar, it got tape on it
never shot his gun, he fits it up, he put bape on it
lil’ twin gon’ leave when it smokes, he gon’ break on it
smoke too many blunts in a day, i’m a real stoner (a real stoner)
i’m geeked, you can say it to my face, i don’t wanna talk (say it to my face)
scram ass ho f*cked the gang, no respect
gun that boy down and leave ’em in white chalk
that drank, it beat yo’ heart up, you gettin’ lights out
kickin’ sh*t with my feet up, this my lifestyle
slide in the f*ckin’ jeep truck, neck iced out
finesse you out yo’ green bucks, i’m hype now
plus two, add it to my artillery
drugs touched down, n*gga get this sh*t goin’
workin’ the other one, lazer already knowin’
b*tterfinger, n*gga droppin’ his gun
f*ck n*gga dropped the gen, he tryna run
i’m smokin’ on that sh*t, it got me f*cked up
trappin’ that cap sh*t, bih’ got me f*cked up
pickpocket for your racks, run your stuff
brand*new hunnids stuck together, sh*t crispy
same n*gga from the hood on the stage with me
n*gga know lil’ lazer never gon’ change
from the block, i can’t switch on the trenches
got my glock, but i probably won’t mention it
ho*hoppin’, i be switchin’ my b*tches
run yo’ pocket, let me see what you got in it
slide the atm, i think i reached my limit
broke the box, n*gga poppin’ the door on
dirty glocks, i done scratched off the logo
run from cop, we can’t f*ck with no po*po
[chorus]
dirty guns in the v, blunt taste like this bih’ got some grabba
posted with these guns, but i’m a rapper
n*gga get electrocuted, n*gga gettin’ zapped
tinted*up whip, got the bl!ck in the lap
i got the meds in the drop right here
i got the drugs in the drop right here
push to the spot, you can link and get served
first one up, i be out for the bird
n*gga in the trench, it’s a lot you gotta learn
crazy handgun, sh*t spittin’ out germ

[outro]
spin out the germ

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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